Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.